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"We are not caravan bandits!" cried a man, clearly alarmed, looking about. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 65, Sentence #195)

But Lucilius, and certainly his cohorts, might be less certain of the matter. I now suspected the nature of some of the mysterious objects carried in the wagon, paint, perhaps, in the cylindrical containers, and, surely, the pole and banner, which must have resided in the long, rectangular box. "Further," said the Lady Bina, "we informed the agents of the great merchant, Mintar, that we anticipated the appearance of caravan bandits". "We are not caravan bandits!" cried a man, clearly alarmed, looking about. "Then I regret that a tragic misunderstanding has taken place," said the Lady Bina. "I am very sorry". At that point, from the darkness, a voice called out, "Deploy, Sleen of Mintar, the urts are in the trap!" Lucilius may have understood little of this, but the men with him were only too aware of the might of the merchant, Mintar, his vast web of agents and informants, his generous rewards for the apprehension of those who might be so foolish as to harrow his wagons, and the numbers and tenacity of his hunters, trained killers known for the relentless pursuit of their quarry, pursuits sometimes prolonged for years. - (Plunder of Gor)